For the past several months Luke and I have been on the great house hunt. Searching for that "perfect" home that met both his needs and both my needs.
This task proved to be harder than I once predicted and became a long journey.
A looooooooooooong journey.
As the house hunt continued to grow in length my unhappiness with our current apartment continued to grow. and grow. and grow.
However, after many months of searching, many prayers over finding our home, and quite a few arguments, we finally both fell in love with a home and we're moving out of our apartment at the end of the month.
And I am slightly freaking out.
No one is more surprised than I am to discover that I am so, so, so, sad to be leaving our little ole apartment.
I honestly cannot believe I am sad to leave this place, but I am.
This itty, bitty, teeny, tiny, very worn out apartment has found a special place in my heart.
Luke moved into this apartment 2 months before we got married and I can clearly remember the first day I came over to check it out. We were so giddy and practically jumping up and down with excitement knowing that this would be our very first home.
When I first walked into the apartment I was filled with so many emotions and knew that it would be the first place that Luke and I would ever live together. This would be the place that we would come back to as man and wife after our wedding. This was the place where we would spend our newlywed life and where we would begin building the roots for our marriage.
I saw past the worn out carpet, the standard bright white walls, the leaky window, and the linoleum floor in the tiny kitchen.
Instead I saw walls where wedding pictures would hang, a floor where my husband would lay and play Xbox, and and a kitchen where I would learn to cook meals.
It didn't matter to me that I had to climb a flight of stairs everyday. That my car would be freezing in the morning during the winter because it didn't have a garage to go into at night.
The one sink in the bathroom didn't bother me and the fact that I now had the smallest closet I had ever had in my life and I had to share it with a BOY didn't worry me at all.
I was going to be married to the man I loved and that was all that mattered.
So now as we prepare to leave this apartment and begin packing up all of our belongings my heart aches a little.
Yes, we are moving into a bigger space. Yes, we are moving to our very own home with our very own YARD, and yes we are moving forward in our marriage.
But this little ole apartment will always hold a special place in my heart. It will always be the place where we spent our first year a half of marriage together and where we shared many laughs, arguments, tears (just me), fun times, and fell more in love with each other.
We never let the size of this apartment stop us. Last Easter my family stayed the night with us and we had seven people sleeping in these 900 square feet at one time. It was so fun! We have had many gatherings of friends here, held our weekly bible study here, and learned that the lady below us didn't like it when Luke played his guitar past 11:00pm.
We knew our time here was temporary and we strived to enjoy every moment of it. Sometimes the wait for a house would take over and we would find ourselves complaining, but for the most part we enjoyed our time here.
Before long this apartment that frustrated me so many times will be nothing but a distant memory, and honestly it brings tears to my eyes.
I feel sorry for Luke these next two weeks. He doesn't understand how I can complain about this apartment for so long and then bawl as we pack up our belongings.
I am a very complex soul, I've never claimed to be anything else.
Although there will be tears I am so excited to move to our home and the next step in our journey in this life together!
But I will always fondly remember our first apartment. It was more than just a small used apartment to me. It was our very first home.
A pic of us when we first moved into our apartment: